Sun hot lava rocks cook your tough skin                                 How does it feel?

Lying there in your jaundice fat suit. Carbuncled knuckles knots on your head. Lips curved in a cheshire cat grin.

Sand rubs your belly as you hug the ground like a rock climber in horizontal ascent.

First left arm then right leg. Now right arm left leg. Zig zag as you scurry. Into gross hiding.

Sun hot lava rocks.

Cook your tough skin.

As you wait.

For the something of nothing.

One thought on “Carbuncled Knuckles in the Hot Sun

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s